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 ï>¿The Swim Team by Arkfisting

   The Swim Team Ch.  11

   The final chapter.  Everyone's life changes.

   I woke the next morning to a warm body snuggled up to me, which was
disorienting since I remember going to sleep alone after I put the girls to
bed in Brenda's room.  My right arm was tucked underneath her, and her
strawberry-blond curls spilled over my shoulder and chest.  Her left leg
bent over my thigh and her left arm curved over my abdomen.  She looked
like she was cuddling her favorite teddy bear, and softly snored in her
blissful sleep.

   I was wearing my sleep shorts and nothing else, and she filled out my
Def Leppard shirt again.  Laying there like that felt wonderful, and
nothing could make me want to leave.  Well, almost nothing.  Nature decided
to call at that moment, but I managed to hold her off for another fifteen
minutes of watching Linda sleep before the insistence grew beyond my
ability to ignore.  I extracted myself from Linda's arms, remembering the
last time I woke up with her in my bed.  This time, I was not going to run
her off to Brenda's room.

   After I finished my business in the bathroom, I brushed my teeth and
performed a sink bath before turning to my room.  To my bed.  To my Linda.
As I watched her from the doorway, my heart swelled seeing her in my bed,
and I was filled with the desire to love her in every way.  I couldn't
though.  Something nagged my brain as I tried to visualize myself making
love to her.

   After Carrie and I left the first Greek Bash, we both wanted each other
in the worst way, but we decided to wait until it was just us.  No one
else, no quick grope and thrust in the back of a car.  We knew we loved
each other, and we both wanted our first time together to be special.  To
be memorable.  Our love is what tempered Carrie's wild passion.  Now that I
know more, I wondered if by tempering it, did our relationship dampen it.
Would we still have had such a strong love if we had expanded our horizons?
Or at least if I had?  I needed to know what Linda wanted from what was
forming between us.

   And I had to understand my own heart.

   I told Brenda that Dennis didn't let her seduce him because he viewed
her as a daughter.  Now here I was fully ready to make love to Dennis'
daughter.  Didn't that make me a hypocrite?  Would it drive a permanent
wedge between us?  I'd just gotten my closest friends back in my life.  I
didn't want to end that again.

   But there was Linda, looking adorable in my bed.  I remembered the
feeling of her lips on mine last night and the warmth of that kiss spread
through my body.  I wanted to feel that again.  I wanted to feel her in my
arms again.  I never wanted to be apart from her, but how could I do this?
How could I start a relationship with a girl two weeks older than my
daughter, and the daughter of my oldest friends?  I couldn't imagine they
would support it.

   "I know what you're thinking," Brenda said from behind me.

   I was so caught up in my thoughts I didn't hear her door open.  She
stood there in the bathroom with me.  She was naked.  Out of reflex I
turned my head away.

   "Come on dad," she chided me with a smile.  "After last night, you've
seen everything there is to see.

   "I suppose so," I didn't turn around, however.  "So, what am I
thinking?"

   "That you can't be with her because of the Mitchells."

   Damn, it's spooky how smart that girl is.

   "You think they won't approve of their daughter dating an older man,"
she continued.

   "Well, that, and add that I'm their oldest friend."

   "You're assuming they'll look at it like you've been."

   "And?"

   "You forgot that they have always been more progressive in their views
of sex than you."

   Her utter confidence in her response made me turn around to see her
sitting on the commode.  "And how do you know this?"

   She shrugged.  "I've talked to them about it.  Well, Mr.  Mitchell
mostly.  At least until I tried to get him to have sex.  Mrs.  Mitchell
wouldn't talk about it before this week.  Since Tuesday, though, she's been
quite chatty."

   "When have you had time to talk to them about anything?" Brenda had been
busy with school and swim practice all week, so I couldn't figure out how
she had the time.

   "Uhm...well, I've kinda been texting them during the day.  Mrs. 
Mitchell mostly."

   "And what have you two been discussing?"

   "Mom.  The diary.  You.  They're really looking forward to taking you
out to dinner tonight, by the way."

   Shit.  I forgot.  I couldn't see myself going out after last night. 
Thoughts of sex with Linda aside, I was still pretty tired otherwise.  I
slapped my forehead.

   "You forgot?"

   "Yeah, well, I wasn't sure I wanted to go in the first place."

   "You're going.  You have to.  If for no other reason than to talk about
Linda.  Now that you two are together, you have to tell them."

   "We are not...well...we haven't....I don't....I don't know what we are."

   "Dad, I saw that kiss on the patio.  I was there last night.  You know
and she knows."

   "How can she still want me?  I was with all those other girls last night
at the party.  She hates those parties."

   "No, she doesn't.  She doesn't play.  Doesn't mean she hates them.  I
told you...she likes to watch.  Watching Karen blow you really turned her
on." I remembered the look on Linda's face right before she started
feasting on Brenda's pussy.

   "Well, fine.  But I wasn't just watching.  She couldn't want to be with
me after all that."

   "Maybe you should ask her."

   Another talk.  I was getting exhausted thinking about the talks I had to
have.  The talks I have had so far, and all the drama that has been
drowning me for the past two weeks.

   "I will.  Later.  In the meantime, I'm going back to bed for some
cuddling before I go back to sleep."

   "Have fun." She reached for the toilet paper.

   As I crawled back into the bed, I heard Brenda flush the toilet through
the closed door.  I chuckled as I spooned up to Linda's sleeping form,
sliding my arms through hers and pulling her tight to my chest.  She sighed
and snuggled into my arms, never waking.  I kissed her cheek and her jaw
before closing my eyes.  For that moment, all was right with the world.

   *****

   I woke up with a weight on my chest.  Opening my eyes, I saw Linda's
eyes just inches from mine.  Her chin was resting on her hands stacked on
my chest.  "Good morning."

   My smile must have reached around my head.  "Good morning, beautiful
girl."

   "You're not mad that I'm here are you?" She must've remembered the last
time she woke up in my bed like I did.

   "No.  I'll never be mad being near you."

   Her smile grew to match mine.  "Good.  I plan on being near you a lot."

   I brought my hand up to stroke her back and felt bare skin.  She had
lost the concert shirt since I went back to sleep.  That meant her naked
breasts were pressing into my abdomen.  My hands were jealous.

   "I hope you don't mind.  I wanted to feel your skin against mine."

   "I don't mind at all." I let my hands slide down her smooth, soft yet
strong back and felt the swell of her naked ass.  I groaned as I cupped her
cheeks in my hands.

   Linda moaned softly and closed her eyes, reveling in my touch.  I could
feel my cock respond and swell between us.  The only thing slowing its
progression was the thin layer of the fabric of my shorts separating us.  I
gripped her ass in both hands and pulled her up until my lips found hers in
a tentative kiss.  I could feel the heat of her core on my fingertips as I
held her there.  My small brain was ready to roll over and spend the rest
of the day loving this girl, but my big brain won the debate.

   "Linda," I said after our kiss, "we need to talk about this."

   "No," she whined.  "No more talking.  I've been wanting to be with you
for so long.  Can't we just let it happen?"

   "I would love nothing more.  But we have to deal with one thing.  And
it's a big thing."

   Her lower lip jutted out as her face drew into a pout.  "My parents."

   "My friends.  Yes," I paused for a moment, "and last night."

   Her eyes flicked back up at mine as though looking for something.  "What
about last night?"

   I hadn't really given much thought to what I was going to say at this
point.  I didn't thing we would be having the discussion so soon.  "You
know about how my wife and I met."

   "Yeah.  Mom and Dad used to fight about it sometimes."

   This was news to me.  "What do you mean 'fight about it'?"

   "Dad always yelled at Mom about sex things.  She'd yell back that she
was trying to be more like Mrs.  B for him.  And they would argue about
what that meant.  I didn't know what they meant until this week when, you
know, the party and the diary and all."

   "Ah," I said.  Taken out of context, it would seem confusing.  "Well, I
had only ever dated one girl at a time, and I never had sex on the first
date.  I was never much of a 'playa,' do they still use that word?  Playa?"

   She nodded.

   "One woman man.  That had always been me.  I just found out that had not
always been Carrie.  It seems I am a bit out of touch with modern
sensibilities about sex.  Especially in view of the types of parties your
team hosts.  I think that Carrie would have probably been a part of your
crowd."

   "But they're not my crowd.  That's why I was going to quit the team."

   "I know.  But that's not my point.  I was trying to say that Brenda is a
lot more like her mom than I thought.  Look.  I didn't plan on what
happened last night at the party.  I didn't have any plans on having sex or
getting naked with anyone.  It happened, however, and I don't regret it. 
But I don't want it to color what's happening between us." I held her face
in my hands.  "I feel something special when I'm with you, and I think you
feel it, too."

   "Oh, I do.  I really do." She leaned into a kiss.

   "So," I said when I could breathe again, "whatever happened last night
stays last night.  I don't have any expectations of going to all the swim
team orgies in the future."

   "Really?"

   "Really."

   "But what if they invite you?  They all want you.  You know that, don't
you?"

   "Some of them might have said words to that effect.  But when I'm with
someone, I want to only be with that someone."

   A smile crept across her face as her eyes lit up.  "Are you asking me to
go steady?"

   "If I were 18 I would be." I laughed and she giggled.  I got the feeling
she wanted to say more, but was holding back.  Then I swallowed my mirth.
"Look, Linda, there is one problem that we will have to face that's bigger
than your parents, or the swim team or anything else, and it can never go
away, and we can't avoid it."

   She dropped her eyes and her shoulders.  "Don't say it..."

   "Denying it won't help.  You know what I'm talking about."

   "But we don't have to worry about it now.  We can just enjoy ourselves
and being together.  To hell with what anyone else says."

   "Until I'm too old?  I'm 44."

   "That's still young!"

   "It is now.  But when you're 44, I'll be 70.  You'll still be young, but
I'll be on Medicare."

   "That's more than 25 years away.  We have a lot of living to do between
now and then."

   How I wished I had her optimism.  "Do you think you'll want a shriveled
up old man in your bed when you're 44?"

   "No, I won't." She didn't hesitate in her answer and her voice was full
of confidence.  "I'll want you in my bed.  When I see you, I will always
see you like this.  Like the man who swept me off my feet.  I could never
see you as a shriveled up old man."

   My heart swelled when she said that, and other parts swelled when she
kissed me.  Since the first time I kissed her, I had never felt the need to
compare her kiss to Carrie.  In fact, Carrie wasn't even anywhere in my
mind.  I was naked in my bed with a beautiful naked woman, and I felt no
guilt about it.  That realization made me smile into my kiss.  Linda sensed
my mood and pulled back.

   "What's so funny?"

   "Nothing.  Everything.  I'm just happy." I said and kissed her a series
of quick pecks on the lips.  "Happier than I can remember being in a long
time."

   "Me too." She kissed me in earnest, and I kissed her back.  I felt her
shift on the bed and her knees slipped over my thighs bringing her sex down
over the tip of my shorts-covered erection.  Her five-foot height made it
difficult to perfectly line up our faces and our crotches without some
contortion.  She groaned into my mouth as she rocked her hips on me.  I
kept my hands cupping her ass cheeks as they flexed with her movements, and
I marveled at the firmness of her muscle tone under the softness of her
skin.  I squeezed her cheeks as she started humping me.

   I wanted to be inside her.  I wanted to finally feel her velvety touch
sliding up and down my cock as I moved within her, touching her deepest
recesses.  I wanted to feel her pussy clamp down on my cock when she came.
More than that, I wanted to feel her love as we came together.  I warred
with myself.  It felt right, but it felt wrong at the same time.  Something
wasn't ready, and I knew what that was.  I couldn't take Linda that way
unless I had her parent's blessing, or barring that, at least their
knowledge.  I couldn't go behind their backs.

   I was about to stop us both from getting too worked up when my phone
rang.  Linda whined as she broke our kiss.  "Not now!"

   "Just give me a moment, Linda," I said as I reached for the phone.  It
was Dennis.

   "It's your Dad," I said and put my finger over my mouth.  Linda nodded
and slid off me.  I was so caught up watching her naked body move I almost
forgot to answer the phone.

   "Dennis," I said after sliding to answer.  "What's up?"

   "Just checking on you.  Wanted to make sure we're still on for tonight.
And to check on Linda.  She didn't give you any trouble last night, did
she?"

   If he only knew the trouble Linda and I had created, I thought with a
chuckle.  "Everything's fine.  I took the girls for pizza after the meet
and then we all hung out with the swim team." I intentionally left out the
part with the orgy.  He didn't need to know that.  "In fact, the girls are
both just now getting up.  Do you want to talk to Linda?"

   "That's okay.  Just tell her we need her home before we come get you. 
And that we love her.  And it's almost noon.  Why are they still in bed?"

   "Teenagers," I said by way of explanation.  "They probably stayed up all
night flapping their lips." Linda clapped her hand over her mouth to stifle
a laugh and slapped my shoulder.  "I'll pass on your message.  Would it be
okay if Brenda came over with Linda while we're out?"

   "Of course.  She's always welcome here.  See you around eight."

   "See you then."

   *****

   After the phone call killed the romantic mood, we got up and fixed
brunch, which for me means breakfast at lunch, and the girls and I did the
cleaning.  Linda never once acted like she was a guest or that she
shouldn't have to perform any chores.  She just chipped in as though it was
her house, too.

   The girls got their things together and Brenda drove them to Linda's
around 5 pm, giving me a few hours to get ready for dinner.  Dennis never
told me where they were taking me, but he did say dress nice.  When they
showed up, I was floored.  Kelly looked stunning in a slinky sequined
strapless gown that showed more leg than it covered, and Dennis was in a
tailored suit only a half-step from a tuxedo.  I was wearing one of the few
suits I owned, and while I didn't look bad by comparison, I didn't look as
nice.

   "Hey, handsome," Kelly said before putting a lip-lock on me that no one
would ever call platonic.  "You are looking yummy tonight."

   "Me?" I stepped back from her and made a show of looking her up and
down. "I'd just be an appetizer for your main course.  You look ravishing."

   "Stop hitting on my wife," Dennis said laughing as he slapped me on the
back.  "At least for now.  Wait until after dinner."

   "Speaking of which," I said as we walked to their car, "where are you
taking me?"

   "You'll see," Kelly said with a smile in her eye.

   I did see.  We pulled up to one of the nicest restaurants in town.  It
took six months to get a reservation at this place unless you were a high
roller.  The Landrys probably had a standing table, but even the mayor
couldn't get ahead of the wait list.  Dennis pulled up and we got out as a
valet jumped in and drove off.

   The maitre d' walked us past the line of people waiting for tables to
the back of the restaurant.  Waiters backed out of our way with a polite
nod of acknowledgment, parting like the red sea.  I never felt more like a
celebrity than I did then, but I was at a loss to understand why we were
getting such a royal treatment.  Dennis was senior staff at his job, but he
didn't make any real money.  No more than I had made before I retired. 
Kelly, as gorgeous as she was, was a housewife.  Yet we were getting
deferential treatment reserved for A-list movie stars.

   The reason for the treatment became clearer when we entered a private
room.  Diane was sitting alone at a table.  Did Diane have this much pull?
I had to re-evaluate my assessment of the young woman.  Dennis pulled out a
chair for Kelly opposite Diane, and he and I flanked her.  Diane was in an
off-the-shoulder purple gown the same color she had worn at the first party
I attended with her, but this one was more sedate and classy.  She also
wore a matching choker.

   I couldn't be mad that she was there.  I half-expected it.  Whatever was
happening between Dennis and Kelly seemed to ebb and flow with Diane's
orbit.  Given what happened Tuesday, I knew I would be seeing her again.  I
was surprised that Austin wasn't with her.

   "Diane," I said once I was settled, "good to see you again.  You're
looking lovely as always."

   "Thank you, Barry, you smooth talker, you."

   "If I didn't know better," I said after a few minutes of small talk and
getting our drink order, "I'd think this was a fix up."

   Kelly actually laughed while sipping her drink, almost spraying the
table.  Dennis and Diane grinned a sly glance at each other and it became
clear that something was up.

   "Well, Bare," Dennis said, "you're not too far off.  But it's probably
not what you're thinking.  But we'll get to that in a moment.  Let's just
enjoy a nice meal and each other's company for now."

   And that's what we did.  I hadn't really had a chance to actually have a
conversation with Diane since we first met at the party.  She was well
versed in several topics from current events, to geopolitics, to economic
policy.  She also had a quick sense of humor and had us all laughing
through dinner.  Her degree was in public policy from Hallstead, but she
took the role of High School swim coach as a favor to the district.

   "When I attended the high school, I was captain of the swim team, and we
won the district tournament all four years I attended.  After that, the
team almost fell apart.  The coach retired after I left.  As my teammates
graduated, the new team wasn't as good, and the new coach was incompetent.
The principal knew I graduated Hallstead and asked if I would consider
coaching the team until they could find a permanent replacement.  Since the
political landscape was so stagnant at the time and I had no real career
prospects, I took her up on the offer.  I coached for three years until I
found my current job."

   "Well, you seem well-suited for it," I said.

   "I love it.  And I love getting to know the movers and shakers in our
community."

   "And you get to stay around the swim team," I offered.

   "There is that," she said.  Her eyes said more, however.  "But it's more
than that.  I get to help groom the next generation of strong independent
women who will run the world."

   "You realize that sounds like a monologue from a Bond villain, don't
you? 'My minions will rule the world?'"

   Diane laughed a polite chuckle.  "Not rule, no.  But to influence it. 
To be able to have a seat at the table.  To have their voices heard.  That
is my dream."

   Carrie had a similar dream when we were dating, but she put that aside
when Brenda came along, and she never had the opportunity to work toward it
after.  We never had a chance to discuss what Brenda might want her career
to be or how Carrie and I would help her.

   "Which brings me to why I'm here," Diane said.

   "Beg pardon?"

   "Barry, I've seen a lot of young women come through the school and go on
to Hallstead.  Many of them settle for small careers or drop out and become
housewives.  But a few of them have gone on to land high ranking jobs at
fortune 500 companies or start their own businesses."

   "I'm aware of the school's success record.  It's the main reason I
enrolled Brenda in the first place.  I knew she would benefit from a higher
academic rigor than public schools."

   "Well, to be frank, Barry," Diane said, "The school's getting the better
end of the deal.  Brenda is quite simply one of the most exceptional
students to ever come through our halls.  She has a singular drive and an
innate leadership quality that affects everyone around her.  The team this
year is better than at any time in the school's history.  And it's all
because of your daughter."

   My heart swelled with pride.  It wasn't just a father's pride.  Other
people could see in Brenda what I see.  Everyone at the table could see the
gratification in my face.  "She is special, I know."

   "That's why I wanted to talk to you.  I think Brenda could benefit from
a degree from Hallstead."

   Gates slammed down in my head.  Warning claxons rang and lights flashed.
I felt my back stiffen and the smile left my face.  "Brenda has the chance
to go to Stanford, Brown, or Yale.  Hell, she could attend any of the
finest schools in the country and succeed there.  She's already been
awarded general scholarships no matter where she goes and she's up for
more. Her applications have already been sent to the Ivy League schools. 
She's aced her SAT and ACT.  She has her pick of schools.  Why would she
choose Hallstead?"

   Diane set her glass on the table and put her hands together, steepling
her index fingers.  She looked like she was about to argue a position
before a congressional hearing.  "Hallstead was one of the finest all-girl
schools in the country before they began admitting males after World War
Two.  Even going co-ed, they still rank among the best in the country.  It
has several programs that produce much sought-after graduates in the
business and government sectors."

   "I'm Sorry, Diane.  I didn't mean to besmirch your alma mater.  I'm sure
Hallstead is a good school.  But Brenda has her sights set higher."

   "But I can guarantee her a full-ride four-year scholarship."

   "She'll probably have that at most of the schools she applies to." I
looked at Dennis and Kelly.  "And she and Linda have had plans for years to
both attend college together.  I know for a fact that Linda does not want
to go to Hallstead."

   "How would you know that?" Kelly looked confused.

   "She and I have discussed it." I turned back to Diane.  "Look, I know
Austin has been trying to recruit her, too.  I'll tell you this.  Where she
goes to school is her decision.  I will not try to pressure her to go to
Hallstead if she would prefer Brown or Yale.  If she decides to go to
Hallstead, I will of course support her.  But it is her education and her
decision."

   Diane looked like she wanted to say more, to press her position, but she
must have sensed my growing tension and she relaxed, sat back, picked up
her cocktail and made a toast.  "To Brenda.  May she find her own path for
her future."

   I got the distinct impression as she lifted the class to her lips that
the issue was far from settled.  To my mind it was.  While Hallstead
certainly had its share of academic accolades, it's Dean of students had no
problem with Diane employing current students to sexually entertain the
rich and powerful at lavish parties, and I suspect Diane was more
interested in recruiting Brenda for her entertainment business rather than
just for academics.

   After we finished our meal and enjoyed a last round of drinks, Diane
leaned forward and steepled her hands under her chin.  "What do you say we
continue this party back at my place?"

   The way Kelly and Dennis looked at each other, it was a forgone
conclusion.  Chances are that was the plan for the evening all along, the
discussion about Brenda notwithstanding.  I wouldn't have been surprised if
the three of them hadn't gotten together at least once since Tuesday.

   "Actually," I said as Dennis and Kelly started rising from their seats,
"as enticing as that sounds, I'm going to have to beg off."

   Diane looked at me like I had grown a third eye on my forehead.  Dennis
and Kelly mirrored the look.  "Excuse me?"

   "If we had done this two nights ago, I'd be there in a heartbeat, but
something has happened, and I have to say no."

   I knew that Diane was not used to rejection, and the expressions that
flashed across her face bore that out.  I could see the insult hit her,
followed by anger.  Fortunately, she kept her tongue and didn't lash out.
Kelly, on the other hand, didn't hold back.

   "Now wait a minute, Barry.  I've been looking forward to this evening
all week."

   "And here we are, having a grand time.  I thoroughly enjoyed the evening
and the company.  Thank you."

   "But...but.."

   "Barry," Dennis said in his most diplomatic voice, "I think the ladies
were expecting we would continue to 'enjoy each other's company' for a
while longer yet.  In a more intimate setting."

   "I get that, Dennis.  And believe me when I say I would love to go along
with it.  But something's happened, and I don't think I can in good
conscience entertain myself that way."

   "What are you talking about?  What could have happened in four days?"

   I had to tell them, but I didn't want to say anything in front of Diane.
If Kelly reacted like I presumed she would it would be a difficult scene
that Diane didn't need to see.

   "Look, I have to tell you something, but not here.  I can't discuss it
here--not like this.  We need to go home."

   Diane was watching me with a calculating eye.  "You're in love," she
said after a moment.  "Aren't you?"

   I blinked.  How could she have divined that?

   As she watched the shock spread across my face, a smile spread across
hers.  "You are.  You're in love." She chuckled.  "I don't blame you. 
Austin is a catch.  But you don't have to worry about cheating on my
pretty. She won't mind.  She's probably entertaining herself for her fans
online right now thinking about your cock."

   When she mentioned Austin, I relaxed.  I could see how she made that
connection, given how Austin and I were on Tuesday.  I shook my head. 
"It's not Austin."

   "Oh, my God!" Kelly's hand crept to her mouth as she stared at me,
realization settling into her consciousness.  Dennis looked at her with a
furrowed brow as he tried to catch up.

   "Seriously," I said.  "Can we just go home so we can discuss this?" I
made my way to the door not waiting to see if they followed me.

   I didn't look back until I was standing next to Dennis' car.  Dennis and
Kelly were still at the front door kissing Diane goodbye.  The brunette
looked daggers at me before turning toward her car.  Dennis and Kelly
marched up to me, splitting when they got to the car.  Dennis chirped the
locks and I climbed in the back seat after holding the door open for Kelly.
As she sat down, she fixed a hard look on me and I couldn't tell what she
was thinking.

   "Okay," Dennis said as he pulled onto the highway, "What's this all
about?"

   "I am in love with someone, and I don't want to jeopardize it by having
sex with anyone until I know what this is."

   "Oh, you know full well what this is," Kelly said without looking back
at me.

   "What are you talking about?" Dennis was still clueless.

   "I tell you if I had known two weeks ago..." Kelly stopped talking even
as her mouth kept moving.  The words failed her.

   "I didn't know two weeks ago, Kelly.  I didn't know for sure until last
night."

   "Last night?" Kelly shrieked her question as she spun around in her
seat. "What happened last night?"

   "Nothing.  Well, not nothing, but not what you might be thinking
happened.  Well, I don't think so, anyway.  I doubt it."

   "Barry, you're not making any sense."

   "My whole fucking life isn't making sense right now, okay?  Nothing has
made sense to me for six years.  Just when I think I am making progress
toward sanity, this whole secret sex society explodes all over my life.  I
don't know what to do.  I tried riding it out.  I tried just going with it.
But in all that has happened in the past two weeks, with all I've learned
about my life, my wife, and myself, I'm more confused than ever.  The only
thing I do know is that when I'm around her, it makes the insanity sane. 
She calms me.  She helps me see things more clearly."

   "She's a child, Barry," Kelly said.

   "She's wise beyond her years."

   "Who the fuck are we talking about?" Dennis' shout made Kelly jump.

   Kelly looked at him like he was the village idiot.  "Your best friend is
in love with our daughter."

   The car screeched to a halt in the middle of the lane.  The sound of the
rubber on asphalt was drowned out by Dennis' Shout.  "WHAT THE EVER-LOVING
FUCK?"

   It was a good thing traffic was light or someone would have driven up
our tailpipe.  He spun around, and if it weren't for the seatbelt and the
fact that their car still had a bench front seat, he would have come at me.

   "Dennis, wait a minute.  Just calm down.  We can discuss this
rationally."

   "You're fucking my baby girl and you want me to calm down?"

   "I've done no such thing.  I told her we couldn't be together until we
talked to you first."

   "And what?  We're supposed to just give you our blessing?"

   "I'm not so stupid as to think that will happen.  At least not now. 
Look, I know this is a lot to take in."

   "You don't say," Dennis said.  "And here I was feeling conflicted about
turning Brenda down."

   "Say what?" Kelly turned to her husband.  "What did you just say?"

   Dennis rolled his eyes at himself.  He pulled the car over to the
shoulder after the second car blared its horn going around us.  "A couple
of weeks ago, Brenda tried to seduce me.  I turned her down."

   Kelly was apoplectic.  "Oh, my God!  What the hell?"

   "I take it you were as clueless about our children's sex lives as I have
been." I didn't mean it to sound snarky.

   Kelly's head whipped around to face me.  "You knew about this?"

   "I figured it out on Tuesday after you left.  Brenda and I talked it out
as well as the reason why she did it.  Did she ever tell you why, Dennis?"

   "I'm guessing it wasn't just because she thought I was hot."

   "She wanted to show Linda that guys our age would go for girls their
age."

   "Oh, hell.  Who thinks otherwise?"

   "Up until recently, Linda."

   Both of them stared straight ahead for an eternity of seconds.  My heart
was pounding in my ears waiting on someone to say something.  The stillness
was broken when Dennis slapped the steering wheel seven times in quick
succession before Kelly put a calming hand on his arm.  He put the car in
drive and pulled out into the lane and we returned to their house without
anyone saying anything.  Brenda's car was still in the driveway, so I knew
I had a ride home, but an anchor weighed down my stomach at the coming
confrontation.  How would they treat Linda?  How would they react to
Brenda? Had I lost my oldest friends forever?  Had I lost Linda?

   *****

   The house was dark when Dennis opened the door.  I don't know what we
expected, I was too focused on the possible emotional carnage I was certain
was coming, but a quiet house was a surprise.  The girls usually would be
into a movie, or dancing to loud music in the family room.  The room was
dark.  Dennis and Kelly stepped into the shadowy room like explorers
venturing into a newly discovered cave.  I reached over and flipped on the
light switch, making them jump half out of their skin.

   "Sorry."

   The light spilled into the room and illuminated a trail of clothing
leading back to the bedrooms.  When we approached the hallway, we could
hear muffled music playing behind Linda's closed door.  In my heart, I
already knew what awaited us, but I don't know if Kelly or Dennis suspected
it.  He reached for the knob.

   "Dennis, I wouldn't open that door if I were you," I said.

   Dennis shot me a glare that killed any further protestations.  With
Kelly over his shoulder, he turned the knob and pushed the door open. 
Music spilled out, loud enough to cover the sound of the door opening, but
along with the tunes came a series of soft feminine grunts and gasps and a
familiar wet slapping sound.  Dennis' eyes widened as though discovering
the holy grail and Kelly gasped into her hand.  I was the only one who
couldn't see into the room and the only one who knew exactly what was
happening.  It was in my mind as clear as if I were in the room with them.
Brenda and Linda were making love.

   Dennis' slack face and Kelly's shocked one told me what I suspected.  I
reached in front of Dennis to grab the door and pull it closed, and out of
the corner of my eye I saw two bodies in a sixty-nine on Linda's bed.  I
put my hand on Dennis' chest to turn him back toward the living room.  Once
Dennis and Kelly were seated, I grabbed three Stellas from their fridge.  I
could force one down for a good cause.  I gave one to each of them as I sat
across the coffee table.  "This isn't their first time doing that, by the
way,"

   "I never thought..." Dennis mumbled as he examined the lip of his beer.

   "In all this time..." Kelly spoke just above a whisper.  Then she fixed
her eyes on me.  "And you knew?"

   "Oh, no!  I had no clue until Tuesday.  None." I took a swing off my
bottle.  "I had no idea about the sex club until Linda told us both Monday
night.  As far as I knew they were both virgins."

   "Well, I wasn't that naive," Kelly scoffed.  "But I never thought the
two of them...  How long has this been going on?"

   "From what Brenda told me, a couple of years.  I think they were
fourteen the first time they experimented."

   "Four years.  And right under our noses."

   "Well, this has to stop," Dennis announced.

   "Dennis," Kelly said with an eye-roll, "We couldn't stop it if we locked
them in a nunnery.  Besides, it's no different than what Carrie and I were
doing all through school.  I really shouldn't be surprised.  When I
returned to the church, I guess I just turned a blind eye."

   "You and me both," I said.  "About the blind eye part," I added.

   Dennis coughed.  "So, what do we do about it?  Just let it go?  Like
it's no big deal?"

   "Is it really a big deal, Dennis?" Kelly took a pull from her bottle. 
"I mean think about how we were at their age.  It's all about experimenting
and finding themselves.  Like it was for us."

   "Well, speak for yourself," I chuckled.  "I never experimented much that
way.  I guess I lived a sheltered life."

   "There's nothing wrong with that.  Of the three of us, you're taking
this revelation the best," Kelly said.

   "Well, I guess having read Carrie's diary, and being introduced to
Austin's and Diane's world, I've had two weeks to acclimate.  And having
discussed all this with Brenda was an eye-opening experience."

   "Waitaminute," Dennis said.  "Are you saying we should talk with Linda
like you talked with Brenda?"

   "It makes sense, babe," Kelly said for me.  "Neither one of us has
really talked with her about it past the biblical birds and bees talk."

   I could tell Dennis was still uncomfortable with the idea that his
daughter was having sex twenty-five feet from him.  He kept readjusting his
position on the couch.  After what I saw last night, it didn't bother me.
They would be doing it whether I knew about it or not.  And there really
wasn't anything wrong with it.  They were both over eighteen and considered
consenting adults.  It would just take Dennis a bit longer to let go of his
image of Linda as a little girl.  I already knew better.

   "But what about...I mean..." His mouth was working, but he couldn't get
his words out.

   At that point, voices emerged from the hallway.

   "...and that lotion!  Man, I'm still tingling from it." It was Linda's
voice.  "Where did you get it?"

   "Tina found it at that boutique on Main..." Brenda stopped speaking when
they entered the living room.  They were both still glowing from their
orgasms and still naked and shiny.

   "Oh, no!" Linda covered her face, turned, and ran back down the hallway.
Brenda just stood there taking us all in.

   "I didn't think you'd be back until much later," she said.  "I'm just
getting a glass of water." She walked naked through the room as though it
was as common an occurrence as if she were fully dressed, her breasts
bounced with each step.

   "Worked up a thirst, I guess." Kelly said with a wry grin.

   "You could say that," Brenda said without missing a beat.  She emerged
from the kitchen with two tall glasses of ice water and started walking
toward the hallway.

   "Sit with us a bit, Brenda," Kelly said patting the cushion between us.

   My eyebrow cocked up, but Dennis looked as though he was going to have a
coronary.  Brenda didn't flinch as she navigated between me and the coffee
table, her buttocks jiggling as she side-stepped past me, bent over to put
the glasses on the coasters, flashing a bit of juicy peach before taking
her seat.

   "You don't have one iota of modesty," Kelly said.  "Do you, dear?"

   "Well, you've all seen me naked over the years, so there's nothing you
haven't seen before."

   "True," Kelly said.  "But not many people, not to mention people your
age, are so comfortable with their body to parade it around."

   "I am comfortable with my body.  And I'm comfortable here.  This is like
a second home to me, and I'm comfortable being naked at home, too.  Isn't
that right, Dad?"

   I nodded.  "Seems so, if this morning was any indication."

   Linda came out of the hallway having put on a halter and shorts.  She
waited until I noticed her.  "Uhm...hi?"

   Dennis looked at her, his face slack, and his eyes unfocused.  Kelly
nodded to her.  "Have some water, dear.  You must be thirsty.  Brenda
brought you a glass."

   I slid closer to the arm of the couch opening a spot for Linda's tiny
frame to fit between me and Brenda.  Linda looked at me, and I nodded back,
patting the cushion.  "It's okay."

   "So, here we all are," Kelly said taking the lead.  It seems we all have
a lot to discuss.  My plans for the evening were derailed by a revelation
that causes concern for me and Dennis.  Then we come home to another
revelation.  I think we should begin in order of revelation, don't you,
Barry?"

   "Fine."

   "Dennis?"

   "Whatever."

   "Brenda?"

   "I'm just here."

   "Good." Kelly sighed as she gathered her thoughts.  "Barry.  You first.
What are your intentions with my daughter?"

   I held back the initial reaction to Kelly's outrageous question, but
Brenda couldn't hold hers in and she barked a laugh, quickly covering her
mouth with her hand before taking a sip of water.

   "Uhm...Well," I said.  Linda was watching me with wide worried eyes.  I
took a risk and put my arm around her, rubbing her back.  "I have loved
Linda since the day she was born.  I have watched her grow and be a part of
my family, a sister to my daughter, and like a daughter to me and Carrie,
much the same way Brenda is like a daughter to you and Dennis.  But in the
past few years, I have come to see Linda as the beautiful person, the
beautiful woman, she has grown into.  She is smart, funny, and caring.  She
is special to me in ways I never thought I would experience again.  I
didn't realize it at first.  I didn't realize it until this week, but I
have fallen in love with her.  I think I've been in love with her for some
time, I just didn't admit it to myself.  She has filled a hole in my soul
that was left after Carrie died.  My intention is to love her until the day
I die."

   Linda's eyes were moist, and tears welled in the corners, threatening to
run down her cheeks.  Her lower lip began quivering, and I wanted to wrap
my arms around her.  I didn't, though, since I didn't know how Dennis and
Kelly were going to react and I didn't want to provoke them.

   "Linda," Kelly said, her voice catching in her throat, "do you have
anything to say for yourself?"

   "I love you," she said to me.  My heart swelled and my eyes welled.  I
reached for her hand and squeezed it.  She turned to her parents.  "I love
him.  I have loved him like a father for years, but then, Mrs.  B died.  I
wept for her, but I also wept for him.  He was so lost.  But he kept his
strength.  He took care of Brenda.  He was always there for her.  And for
me.  He treated me like a person, not like a child.  He talked to me and
listened to what I had to say.  He cared about what I thought.  And he
treated me like I mattered.  None of the guys I've dated ever treated me
like that.  They always treated me like a plaything, or a prize to show
off, or a trophy to be won.  He's my hero.  He's my knight.  I will always
love him, no matter what.  Even after I die."

   Brenda was openly crying now, the tears dripping off her chin.  Kelly's
own tears streaked her mascara.  Dennis' expression had shifted from blank
to worry, the lines in his forehead turned into deep crevasses.  After a
moment of silence broken only by sniffles from the women, he sat forward.

   "Linda, sweetheart, do you understand what you are saying?"

   "I do, Daddy.  I love him.  I know what that means."

   "But he's much older than you.  Older than me, even.  Don't you
understand what that means?"

   "We've already talked about that, Daddy, and I don't care.  I'll be
happy loving him for as long as we have together.  That's all anyone can
ask.  That's all that matters."

   If it was at all possible, I was falling even more in love with this
young woman.

   "Barry, what about you?  Don't you worry what people will say?  Everyone
who knows you knows us, and they know Linda.  What will they say?"

   "If they're honest with themselves, they'll say 'what a lucky son of a
bitch,' cuz that's what I tell myself." I sat up reluctantly, since I had
to remove my arm from around Linda to do so.  "Look, Dennis, I can't worry
about what other people think.  It's never been a driving force in my life
before, so I see no reason to start now.  All I know is I have fallen in
love with two incredible women in my life, and that makes me the luckiest
man on the planet.  Especially since they both loved me back."

   "Okay," Dennis said with a sigh.  "One more thing.  Linda.  You haven't
gone steady for some time.  Are you ready for the kind of relationship
Barry wants?  You remember his wife.  They were faithful only to each other
for as long as I knew them.  Neither one had sex with anyone else the whole
time they were married.  Can you make that same pledge?"

   I had to bite my tongue.  Evidently, Kelly didn't tell him about the one
time we were together.  I shot a glance in her direction, but her gaze was
fixed on Linda.

   Before Linda could answer, I spoke up.  "Dennis, I have discovered a lot
about Carrie in the past two weeks.  And a lot about Brenda," I smiled at
her, and she smiled back.  "But mostly about myself.  I know Linda loves
Brenda and Brenda loves Linda.  I wouldn't expect them to give up each
other just so she could be with me.  What they have is special.  Maybe more
so than Carrie and Kelly were in college.  As long as I know Linda loves
me, I won't make any restrictions on her love."

   Linda threw her arms around me burying her face in my neck.  "I love you
so much.  I don't want anyone else but you." She turned around so she could
sit in my lap and still keep me in her clutches.  "And Brenda."

   Brenda slid over and joined our hug.  Her naked breasts pressed up
against my chest, and I put my arm around her shoulders.

   "I think we can share," I said as a smile ingrained in my face.

   "But can Linda share, too?" Kelly was looking at the three of us in our
embrace.  Her eyes were smoky, and her nipples popped in her blouse. 
"Linda, would you be okay if Barry were with someone else?"

   "As long as I know he loves me, that's all that matters.  I know I don't
want any other man, but if Barry wants to party with someone else, and
still be with me, I'm fine.  As long as I get to watch." That was quite the
admission to make to one's own mother.  But then I remembered Linda
watching her mother in my bed as she pleasured herself, and then last
night, when Linda watched Karen blow me.  It really ignited Linda's fire.
Brenda was correct.  Linda is quite the voyeur.

   Dennis sat back.  He looked at the group of us cuddling on his sofa,
Brenda naked and Linda in only a pair of shorts and a halter and me fully
dressed for dinner.  I'm sure we made a peculiar image.

   "Okay," Kelly said, "that's one thing down.  Now Brenda, before we
discuss what we saw earlier, it has come to my attention that you tried to
seduce my husband.  Is this true?"

   Brenda turned to face Kelly, the bravado she showed earlier waned, and
she seemed uneasy.  "Yes.  I did."

   "And were you successful?"

   "No.  He turned me down."

   "Did that hurt your feelings?"

   "A little."

   "Well, that is unfortunate.  Do you know it's rude to try to seduce
someone's husband?"

   "Well, I...I"

   "Especially without that person's permission." Kelly smiled.  "I know
why he turned you down, dear.  And it wasn't that you weren't hot enough or
anything.  He was just trying to protect his relationship with your
father."

   "I know that now.  Daddy explained it to me."

   "Well, good.  Would you like another chance?"

   Brenda's eyes bugged out of her head almost as much as Dennis'.  "Excuse
me?"

   "Would you still like to fuck my husband?"

   "Uhm...I really...uh.." Brenda looked at me and I shrugged.  If she
wanted to fuck Dennis, I wasn't in any position to judge, since I was
prepared to make love to Linda.  It did occur to me that Kelly could be
setting her up for a tirade like the one she gave Diane on Tuesday, but the
look on her face, the fire burning in her eyes told me she was serious. 
She wanted Brenda to fuck Dennis.

   "Look, Brenda, let me make it easier for you.  I had planned on fucking
your dad tonight.  I was going to fuck him half to death while Diane took
care of Dennis.  These revelations killed that plan, but it has made me
even hornier than I was before.  So, get that tight ass over there and have
fun.  Trust me, he won't turn you down again, especially now that he's seen
your body in all its glory." She got up and passed Brenda who was following
her directions.  Kelly then sat right next to me and put her hand on
Linda's knee.  "Honey, I'm about to test your resolve.  I want to fuck
Barry.  Can you deal with that?"

   "Uhm, yeah.  I guess so.  If he wants to."

   With that, Kelly started unbuttoning her blouse, revealing a laced bra
that strained to contain her breasts.

   "Linda," I said.  "It's not about me.  I told you before, I'm happy just
being with you.  I don't need to be with anyone else."

   Linda's breathing deepened when Kelly lost her bra, freeing her breasts,
and rubbing the strap marks from her swollen flesh.  Linda's own nipples
flared, especially when she looked over at Dennis, with Brenda on her knees
between his legs fishing his cock out of his pants.  "It's okay." She tore
her eyes away from Brenda and Dennis and looked at me.  The same fire I saw
in Kelly's eyes was burning even brighter in Linda's.  "I want to watch
you."

   She grabbed my face and slammed her lips to mine with a burning hunger.
Her kiss tasted like cherry pie and I held her head to mine, determined to
suckle every taste of her I could manage before passing out from lack of
oxygen.  Every kiss with Linda was new.  Every touch exciting.  Every
sensation was like snuggling in a warm blanket that ignited every part of
me.  I was so immersed in the kiss I forgot about Kelly stripping right in
front of me.

   Linda came up for air before I was ready, and my lips missed her before
I opened my eyes.  She looked at me like she wanted to devour me.  "I'll
never get tired of kissing you."

   "Nor I you." I kissed her again, drawing a harrumph from Kelly as she
knelt on the couch next to me.

   "Can I have a turn?" Kelly's face was already next to mine and her
fingers turned my chin in her direction.

   Linda smiled and pulled her head back as Kelly leaned in and touched her
lips to mine.  I don't know what I expected from the kiss.  Kelly had been
so forceful lately, at the party Tuesday, and now this evening, I could
have expected some measure of assertiveness in her kiss.  Her lips,
however, were tentative, searching, and more than anything, pliant.  It was
the first time I had ever kissed her aside from the quick cheek peck in
greeting, even though we had conceived a child together, and she had sucked
and fucked me several times now.

   Linda slid back and sat in an adjacent chair where she had a good view
of me and her mother on the couch and Brenda and her father in the other
chair.  She sat with one foot folded underneath her, the heel pressed
against the seam of her shorts.  Her eyes were focused on Kelly's lips as
they traveled down my chest, kissing my skin as she opened each of my shirt
buttons one by one.  Her lips and tongue traced the lines of my pects,
pausing to pay attention to my rigid nipples.  Her fingers finished with my
buttons and ran over my abs as she licked and nibbled my chest.

   A moan drew my attention away from Kelly to where Brenda was still
servicing Dennis.  His head was thrown back and his face locked in rapture.
Brenda held his cock against his belly with her mouth, her lips pursed just
below the ridge of his cockhead, and her full breasts flattened against his
thigh.  I could hear her kissing and suckling him with loud smacks as she
teased him.  That was the same maneuver that my mystery blow job queen gave
me last night, and that idea made my cock swell in my pants.

   Kelly's fingers had found their purpose again as she loosened my belt
and the fastener of my slacks with the deftness of a playboy unhooking a
bra strap.  Her lips never left my flesh as she rubbed her face over my
belly on her way to my crotch.  Her hand surrounded my tumescence and
fished the head from its trapped position under the elastic of my shorts.
With a groan, she licked the thick vein as she stroked me.

   "I have been wanting this all week," she said between slurps.  She
swirled her tongue around the head, lapping up the clear, sticky prepuce
she squeezed out with her hand.  She moaned as though it was the sweetest
nectar as her hand traveled up and down its length.

   I glanced over at Linda.  Her eyes were fixated on my cock going in and
out of her mother's mouth while she ran her fingers over her lips,
occasionally pausing to suck the tip into her mouth.  Her other hand was
balled into a fist and pressed against her mons as she rubbed herself on
her heel.  The flush in her cheeks told me how excited the scene made her.

   "Stop, or I'll cum," Dennis said from the other chair.  I swung my head
over to see the two of them swapping positions.  Brenda reclined in the EZ
chair with her ass hanging over the edge of the cushion and her knees
pressed against her shoulders.  Dennis got to his knees and ran his hands
over the backs of her thighs.  From my position, I could see her pussy lips
spread open, the slick pink flesh reflecting the lights on the copious
fluid seeping from within.  Her clit was fully emerged from its hood and if
I were any closer, I'm certain I would have seen it throb.  No porn star
ever looked so wanton and so hot.

   Dennis ran his tongue all around Brenda's nether regions, lapping up her
leaking juices before drinking from the source.  When he ran his tongue
over her pussy, she gasped and whimpered.  Her hands locked behind his
head; her fingers threaded through his graying hair as she tried to pull
his tongue deeper inside her.

   "Yes, yes, yes.  So goooooooood." She mumbled as he feasted.

   My attention was pulled back to the lady in front of me when it felt
like she was trying to suck my balls out through my dick.  The head of my
cock and about three inches of the shaft were behind her tight lips as she
hollowed her cheeks, creating a massive amount of suction as she twisted
her head.  She made a ring with her thumb and index finger and held the
base of my cock so tight it almost hurt.  The effect made my cock feel even
bigger and turn almost purple.

   Kelly reversed her movement, and began a slow descent to the base,
taking every inch on the way.  When her nose nestled in my pubic hair, she
started to bob her head, and I could feel her tongue dancing on my shaft.
Linda was watching like a student taking notes.  Her nipples tented her
halter, and her shorts were darker at the crotch.  I wanted her right then.
I wanted to taste her.  To feel her.  To possess her.

   Before I could, I needed to make sure Kelly got what she needed.  I
touched the side of her face.  "Kelly, I don't want to cum yet.  Let me
taste you."

   She whimpered as she dislodged my cock from her throat, trailing a long
line of spittle which she slurped back.  Her eyes looked fire at me as she
simply lay back on the floor at the foot of the couch and spread her legs.
Her pussy was wet and waiting for me.  I dropped to my knees and tongued
her taint, teasing her rosebud before sucking her labia into my mouth.

   "Damn!" She clamped her hand to my head.  "You know just the spot!"

   I flicked my tongue inside her dragging the tip over the pad of flesh
just inside her vagina.  "Shit!  Right there.  Christ!  I'm gonna cum
already!"

   Her hips began bucking under my mouth, and I had to grab her thighs to
keep my tongue in position to ride out her orgasm.  Her shrieks were
followed by Brenda's as Dennis' tongue brought her off.  Once Kelly's
tremors eased, I sat back up on the couch as she caught her breath.  In the
chair, Brenda needed no such break as she pulled Dennis up and grabbed his
cock, lining it up to spear her gaping hole.

   Once he was seated and pressed in, all I could see from my angle was
Dennis' ass wrapped up in Brenda's tanned legs as they churned together. 
Kelly was still on the floor, but she turned to watch Dennis and Brenda as
I had.  Linda was doing the same, but I reached out to her.

   When she saw my arms open for her, she rose from the chair and slipped
out of her shorts and halter almost by magic.  One second they were there,
the next she was gloriously naked and sliding into my lap.

   "I think it's our turn," I said, and kissed her neck.

   "Please," she said.  "I've wanted this so long.  But first, I need to
taste you." She slid down until she was laying on the couch, her head in my
lap.  I remembered the night last week when she fell asleep in this
position, and I brought her to orgasm by playing with her breasts.  This
was much better.

   My cock had deflated somewhat since Kelly stopped blowing me, and it
hung half-hard over my balls.  Linda brought her face close and inhaled my
scent, sniffing my cock up and down before sticking her tongue out.  She
caught my shaft just above my balls and flicked her tongue up making my
shaft flip toward my belly, then she plastered the flat part of her tongue
along my main vein.

   I Blinked.

   I recognized that maneuver.  And just like last night, when her tongue
reached the head, she pointed the tip and drilled it into the space below
the crown.

   Linda was my blowjob queen!

   I watched her tease and please me, until she pulled back and looked me
in the eye.  She had an impish grin and winked at me before inhaling my
cock in one motion all the way to the base.  She was repeating the entire
blowjob from last night.

   I could only watch and enjoy.  Kelly had taken the chair Linda vacated
and was watching her daughter please me with what could only be described
as envy.  Right then, I felt the entire planet should be green with envy.
This was the best blowjob ever, made better because it was being given out
of love.

   As I felt the tingle in my balls grow, I stopped her.  I didn't want to
cum in her mouth or shoot it across her face.  I wanted to cum inside her;
to feel my love fill her core.

   "Linda, come here," I said as I pulled myself from her mouth.  "I need
to feel myself inside you."

   "Yes," she hissed as she rose up.  I slid over to give her room to
straddle my hips and position herself over my rampant erection.  Precum was
oozing down the head like her juices were dripping from her lips.  When she
was in position, she reached down and held her lips open for me, and I
dragged the head of my cock through her folds, smearing our combined
lubricant all over both of us.

   Then it began.  She allowed herself to drop a millimeter at a time. 
There was no misalignment.  There was no bending my shaft in half.  There
was only the glorious joining of two souls into one body as my cock speared
her pussy.  Her heat cooked my cock as she descended.  After a delicious
eternity, I felt myself bottom out inside her, the searing heat of our
union taking me on a journey out of my body.

   I ran my hands along her back as she sat there, my cock balls deep
inside her.  I flexed myself, and she whimpered as my cock swelled.  I
brought my hands forward until I could cup both of her magnificent breasts,
marveling at their symmetry and perfect shape.  She simply sat there,
allowing my exploration, her eyes closed.  My hands left her breasts and
slid up her chest to cup her face.  When I threaded my fingers through her
hair, her eyes fluttered open and she took a deep breath.

   "Hi," she said.

   "Hi." I was confused.

   "I never thought something like this was possible.  You took me
someplace wonderful.  I never want to leave."

   "It gets better, Sweetie."

   "I don't see how."

   I rocked my hips and she gasped.  Her eyes opened wide as she grasped my
shoulders and rocked her hips as well.

   "God!" She started ticking her hips, not thrusting but rocking, forcing
her clit to grind against my groin and my cock to stir her honeypot.  If
she hadn't had someone teach her this, she had a natural ability that
rivaled Diane or Austin.

   A gasp from the other side of the room made us both look as Brenda had
gotten up and was busy mounting Dennis reverse cowgirl.  His cockhead was
already buried inside her as she slid down his shaft.  When he was fully
inside her, she put her feet on the edge of the chair, leaned back and
began fucking him in earnest.  In that position, her auburn hair falling
across her flushed face, her eyes lit with passion, I saw Carrie in her.

   Kelly rose from her chair and went to them, settling between their legs,
watching her husband fuck my daughter close up.

   Brenda looked at me and winked.  "That's her favorite position," Linda
said as she rode me.  "She really gets off when someone licks her while
she's doing that.  Oh!  It looks like mom is about to...yep."

   Kelly's tongue began licking Dennis' shaft as it emerged from Brenda's
sodden gash.  When Brenda dropped back down, Kelly simply left her tongue
to bathe whatever flesh was in front.  Brenda's clit, then Dennis' cock,
then Brenda's clit again.

   Linda stopped her grinding and got up from my lap.  I was confused only
for a second until she turned around and guided me back inside.  She was
mirroring Brenda's actions.  Fucking me the same way Brenda was fucking
Dennis.  Two girls fucking each other's fathers at the same time.  They
looked at one another, their passion feeding off each other.  Linda's fire
stoked from watching her best friend fuck her father.

   I looked down to see my cock spearing Linda's pussy, her gash spread
open around the shaft, coating it with her juices as she moved up and down.
Her rosebud clinched tight above me.  I licked my thumb and traced circles
around the hole, making her squeal and shudder.

   "No one's ever touched me there before," she said between gasps.

   "If you don't like it..."

   "No.  It's not that.  I'm just not used to it." She groaned and ground
her clit against me as her hole relaxed under my thumb.  "You can do it
again if you want."

   I did just that.  I felt a gush of juices and a clenching of her pussy
around my cock when I did, which told me that she liked it.  I wasn't going
to take her anal cherry this time, but I filed it for future reference.

   "Ahhhh!" Brenda cried out.  "I'm gonna cum.  Keep doing that.  Oh,
please.  Right there.  Right there." Her breathing sounded like she was
running the marathon and her motions grew spastic as her orgasm overtook
her.  Kelly kept up her assault on Brenda's pussy as Dennis pounded her for
all he was worth.

   Brenda's orgasm did two things.  It triggered my nut, and it made
Linda's pussy heat up even more.  Linda started panting and bouncing on my
lap as I reached around to cup her breasts to hold her up as cum rocketed
out of me into her twitching pussy.  Linda cried out as her orgasm gripped
and transported her.  She fell against me limp after the last spasm wracked
her body.

   My cock softened only slightly, just enough for the cum I shot into her
to bubble out around me.  I lay back, Linda reclining on top of me, both of
us trying to catch our breath.  Kelly rose from the floor and helped Brenda
disengage from Dennis and the two of them relaxed on the sofa beside us. 
For several moments, the only sound was our labored breathing.

   "Well," Dennis said from his chair, his limp, slimy cock shrinking in a
puddle of his and Brenda's cum, "That was certainly not how I expected the
evening to go."

   *****

   As we cooled off, silence permeated the room.  The ticking of the mantle
clock reverberated throughout the house.  Linda stayed astride me, her head
laying back against my chest, my cock softening inside her, and my arms
wrapped around her.  No one dared speak.  I focused on Linda, avoiding
looking in Dennis' direction.  His reaction in the car to my feelings for
his daughter worried me, even though he watched as we made love, and he had
sex with my daughter.  I hadn't planned on my first time with Linda being
in front of her parents, but the girls' activities while we were out
started an avalanche that swept us all up and carried us to where we found
ourselves.

   Brenda was the first one to break the silence.  She slapped her thighs
and stood up.  "Anyone else thirsty?"

   Linda stirred in my lap as though she was disturbed from a slumber. 
"Hmmm?  Oh, yeah.  I could use a Gator-aid." She turned to kiss my cheek.
"You want anything, love?"

   The smile slid across my face of its own accord.  "I think I have
everything I'll ever need."

   The girls made their way into the kitchen leaving us sitting in various
stages of dress.  Kelly was naked, Dennis had his pants around his ankles
and his shirt unbuttoned but hanging off his arms.  I was in pretty much
the same state of dress.  The heat of the sex had made me sweat, and the
damp clothes were constricting and uncomfortable, but I did not want to get
naked at this point.  Dennis used a remote control to turn on the ceiling
fan.

   "That was..." Kelly paused.

   "Unexpected," Dennis said.

   "Hot," I said at the same time.

   "Yeah," Kelly said.  "But what does this mean?  What kind of parents are
we?"

   "Well, I don't know about you, but I've always had a problem denying
Brenda what she wanted.  As long as it was reasonable, she always found a
way to get whatever it was."

   "Linda could usually get me to go along with her as well," Kelly said.
"Dennis was always the stop gap.  He was the 'no' vote typically."

   Dennis looked aghast.  "Are you saying the girls are to blame for this?"

   "No.  Not at all," I said.  "I'm saying they wanted this.  If they
didn't, we wouldn't have.  I was not about to have sex in front of Brenda.
Never in a million years.  It wouldn't have occurred to me."

   "Me either.  In front of Linda, I mean," Kelly said.

   "So, what you're saying is that we're bad parents," Dennis said as he
rubbed his face with both palms.

   "No, you're not!" Brenda was standing behind the couch holding out a
tray filled with water glasses.  Linda was behind her sipping purple liquid
from a plastic bottle.  "Just because you've raised daughters who enjoy sex
as much as you clearly do doesn't mean you're bad parents." She passed the
tray to Kelly who offered me a glass before taking one herself.

   "Yeah," Linda added.  "You didn't force anything on us.  You've taught
us to love.  That's what we're doing, and there's nothing wrong with that."

   Dennis shook his head.  "But it's wrong for a parent and a
child...it's...it's just wrong.  Kelly, back me up here."

   "Oh, no.  I'm not going back into that 'right/wrong' closet again.  I
just got out of it after seven years," Kelly said.  "Besides, it's not like
you had sex with your daughter.  And Barry didn't have sex with his."

   Last night's party flashed in my mind.  How I thought Brenda had given
me that incredible blowjob, and I still didn't know who rode my cock at the
end, but after this evening, I was certain it wasn't Linda.  I cast my eyes
over my glass at Brenda who was looking at me.  She smiled, then her eyes
traveled to my limp, sticky cock and her smile grew as her nostrils flared.
I wasn't convinced Brenda shared Dennis' reservations, and I didn't know
how I felt about that.

   Dennis downed his beer before grabbing the glass of water.  He looked at
Linda, who was standing next to me, her hand on my shoulder as though she
were sheltering me.  Then he looked at Brenda and he sighed and shook his
head.  "All of the sudden, I'm exhausted," he finally said.  He looked like
he wanted to say something else but stopped himself.

   "You know, so am I," I said sitting forward to get up.  "I think Brenda
and I will head home.  There's a lot to process, and a good night sleep
would be best."

   Linda looked stricken, but I couldn't sleep under the same rood with her
right now.  She would want to sleep with me, and as much as I'd love that,
I don't think Dennis could handle it yet.  Kelly's face was neutral,
neither surprised nor disappointed.  I think she was thinking along the
same lines as I was.  Clearly, she didn't have any problems with what we
did.  I just hoped that attitude remained in the light of day.

   We dressed in silence.  No one discussed the events, nor suggested any
plans for the rest of the weekend.  There was no awkwardness.  Just nothing
to say.  Dennis and Kelly walked us to the door.  Brenda just walked out,
but I turned and gave Kelly a hug and a kiss on the cheek before clasping
Dennis' hand.  "We'll talk tomorrow."

   He drew a deep breath.  "Right."

   Linda was behind her parents, and the way they were standing, she
couldn't get to me to say goodbye without pushing one of them out of the
way.

   Which is exactly what she did.

   She wrapped her arms around me, and I, her.  I kissed the top of her
head as we hugged.

   "I love you," she said.

   "I love you, too." I saw Dennis' jaw clench, then relax.  "Tomorrow," I
said before letting go of Linda.  "We'll all talk tomorrow."

   The drive home was not as somber as the goodbye.  Brenda almost bounced
in her seat; her hands drumming a beat on her thighs in time with the music
on the radio.  "God!  That was incredible!"

   "Yes.  It was.  I certainly never imagined that happening in a million
years."

   "Did you enjoy it?  Tell me you loved it."

   "I enjoyed myself, yes."

   "What part was your favorite?"

   "Brenda!" I had also never in a million years imagined discussing with
my daughter having a group sex session as though we were discussing a trip
to an amusement park.

   "What?  I know you had to have a favorite.  Mine was having Mrs. 
Mitchell eat me while riding Mr.  Mitchell.  Gee, it sounds weird calling
them that now, doesn't it?  I mean, after all that's happened, it seems too
formal, don't you think?  I mean after having him deep inside me while her
tongue was flicking all over us.  God that was so hot.  Especially while
watching you and Linda!"

   She was going a mile a minute, still riding the rush of energy she drew
from the sex.  Something else she got from her mother.  Sex was like an
amphetamine for Carrie, especially when she was fired up.  I could see so
much of Carrie in Brenda, particularly now.

   "I told you she loved you.  I knew you would be great together.  I love
it when I'm right.  You know, I don't think I've ever seen her cum so hard
before."

   "I think a lot of that was watching you and her parents.  I think you're
right about her liking watching."

   "Of course, she does.  Who doesn't?  I liked watching the two of you. 
Especially the look on your face when she was blowing you."

   "Well, yeah.  She used a technique that I hadn't experienced since your
mother..." I trailed off.  I glanced at her out of the corner of my eye. 
She was highlighted by the passing streetlights, alternating her profile in
shadow and light as I drove.  I couldn't help noticing the shadows her
nipples created through the fabric of her shirt.  She turned her eyes
forward on the road as we drove.  "Well, anyway, I didn't know it was that
common.  I do know, though, that your mom wrote about it in her diary."

   "Uhm," she cleared her throat.  "Well, I might have taught her that
technique.  Or at least let her read about it."

   "She's read Carrie's diary?"

   "Not all of it.  I just read about that, and I tried it out on Tommy at
one of the parties.  It was a big hit.  Linda asked me about it, so I
showed her."

   "You didn't show it to anyone else, did you?"

   "No, sir."

   "And it was Linda who used that technique on me at the party last
night?"

   "Uhm," she looked at me as though I caught her in a lie.

   "Because if it was her, why would Karen be the one to finish me off? 
Why would everyone pretend it was Karen?

   "Uhm..." She grimaced.  "Well, Linda wanted to be the only one who got
to be with you last night, so she called dibs.  And since she was the
winner at the swim meet, the team agreed.  It wasn't easy, though.  Karen
and Bethany both wanted to be with you, but they agreed in the end."

   "Except that Karen still got to blow me."

   "Well, you named her, and Linda didn't want you to know it was her. 
Since she usually doesn't participate in these parties, except with me."

   It followed a weird logic, so I accepted it.  It did not explain the
whole evening, however.  If Linda called dibs at the party, and I knew that
it wasn't her that fucked me, then who did?  Before I could press further,
we pulled up to our house.  It was well after midnight and I was feeling
the day's toll.  Brenda was still riding her high and I got the feeling she
wasn't ready to settle down yet.  A feeling supported by her going to the
kitchen and grabbing a soda from the fridge.  If I drank caffeine this
late, I'd be up for the rest of the night.

   "You sure you want that now?  Maybe water would be better."

   "Nah.  I'm thirsty for this." She popped the top and took a long pull
from the can before moving to the couch.

   "So, let's talk about how all that happened."

   Her eyes flicked at mine for a second before looking at her soda.  "What
about it?"

   "Why did you come into the room bare naked?  Were you trying to incite
an orgy or something?"

   "Dad!"

   "Seriously.  I know you're the instigator of your little sex club.  Were
you planning this all along?"

   "No.  I wasn't."

   "Then what?  The last time you walked naked into a roomful of adults you
were three years old."

   "But we didn't know you were there when we walked in."

   "I'll give you that, but when you saw that we were, why didn't you
follow Linda's example and leave to put on clothes?"

   "You'd already seen me naked by then.  And I figured you already knew
why we were naked.  So, what would be the point?"

   "Because, Brenda, people don't just go around each other naked all the
time.  Especially around family."

   "So, this is because you're my dad?  You're mad that I was naked around
you?  But this morning, we already saw each other naked, so what's the big
deal?"

   What indeed?  I struggled to understand why I was chastising her.  If I
had a problem with what happened, why didn't I stop it when it happened? 
Why run the inquisition?  Surely there was something else bothering me, and
I needed to figure out what that was.

   I sighed and shook my head.  "I'm sorry.  I'm just trying to understand.
So much has happened in such a short time, I'm having a hard time dealing
with it all."

   "I get that."

   "Do you?  Do you know how big a deal it is for me to be in love again?"

   She looked away from me and started chewing her fingernail.  When she
looked back at me, her eyes were wet.  "I think I do."

   "Look, Brenda.  This, all of this, could change things forever.  You're
in your last year here.  Next year you and Linda will be at college, and
I'll be here.  If Linda and I become a couple, that won't be easy on her or
me.  Or you, for that matter.  And I have no idea what Kelly's
transformation means for them."

   "Well, Linda and I can go to school closer to home.  There's
Hallstead..."

   "Whoa.  Hold up." I put my hands up and turned to face her directly. 
"I'm sure Hallstead is a fine school, but you can do so much better."

   "But I'd be close to you and Linda.  And it's cheaper.  I won't cost you
a penny."

   "Brenda, Diane pitched Hallstead at me at dinner tonight and..."

   "Wait.  You had dinner with Coach West?" Her eyes drew close and got
darker.

   "Dennis and Kelly set it up.  I think they were planning on some
playtime with the four of us.  They didn't know about me and Linda yet."
She relaxed a little, but a thought popped into my mind.  I realized what
was bothering me.  "But that was their plan.  I think Diane's plan was to
get me to have you enroll at Hallstead."

   She furrowed her brow.  "Why would she care where I went to school?"

   "Well, let me put it this way.  Whose idea was it to do the cam show
with Austin to raise money for the season?"

   "Kiki's."

   "Are you sure about that?"

   Brenda was about to answer, then closed her mouth and tilted her head as
she thought.  "Austin.  It was Austin's."

   "And whose pet is Austin?"

   Brenda's eyes grew wide.  "That bitch!  Of all the manipulative,
conniving, deceitful, scheming..."

   "Calm down, sweetie.  There's no need to get mad."

   "But why?  Why manipulate me like that?"

   "Well, look at yourself.  You're a beautiful young woman.  She's a
person who knows how to capitalize on beautiful young women.  She could
make a fortune with you."

   Brenda blinked as her mind put the pieces in place.  "You mean she's a
madame?"

   "Well, nothing so tawdry or clear cut.  She has put herself in a
position to offer 'services' to a select clientele willing and able to pay
a premium.  She's already recruited many former swim team members to work
for her.  That party I went to last weekend was one of her events.  There
were many young people there, all wearing those pendants, and they were
entertaining some big wig muckety mucks, including the Dean of Hallstead."

   "Wow." Her eyes flicked back and forth as she processed her thoughts. 
"I never knew.  I just thought we were having fun," she said, then her eyes
darkened.  "I didn't know I was auditioning to be a whore."

   "Stop right there.  You're not a whore, and you will never be one.  Not
if I have anything to say about it."

   "I was just wanting to have fun.  Our parties...I never meant...it was
always just about sex.  We never made it about money." The words tumbled
out of her mouth so fast she had to stop to catch her breath.

   "Take it easy, sweetie," I said pulling her into a hug.  I ran my hand
up and down her back.  "No one is making you do anything you don't want to
do."

   "Well, I'm definitely not going to Hallstead now.  Fuck Austin.  And
fuck Coach West."

   "I did already," I said with a deadpan expression.

   We both burst into laughter.

   *****

   Sunday morning saw me getting the lawnmower ready for what I hoped was
the last cut of the year while Brenda made us breakfast.  We talked about
her studies, we discussed her volunteer work that she needed for her
applications, and we talked about the rest of the swim season.  We never
mentioned sex.  We never mentioned Austin or Diane, and we never mentioned
Hallstead.

   After breakfast, Brenda had homework while I finished mowing and
trimming the yard, ran the pool skimmer and cleaned the pool house to get
it prepped for the winter.  The pool is heated, and we do occasionally swim
in it off season, but we don't run the pumps year-round.  I was thinking it
would be a good time to call the Mitchells to see how they were handling
the party, and I thought I should call Dennis before I called Linda.  I had
to know he was okay with it.  Just before lunch, I heard a car pull into
the drive.  I didn't have my phone with me, so if someone had announced
they were coming, I didn't get the message.

   When I came around the house, Linda was getting out of the car as Dennis
slammed his door.  His face looked like he didn't get much sleep.  Kelly
looked a bit more energetic when she got out.

   "Hey, guys.  I was just about to call you."

   "We called earlier," Kelly said.  "You didn't pick up."

   "I was in the pool house.  Come on in.  Thirsty?" No one made a move of
greeting as they filed into the house.  No hugs.  No handshakes.  No
kisses.

   We sat around the living room.  I in my recliner, Dennis and Kelly on
the sofa, and Linda on the love seat.  Brenda was in her room, as far as I
knew.

   "Barry," Dennis started after a moment, "we love you like a brother, you
know that, don't you?"

   "I do." I had to wonder what was coming.

   "We understand why you withdrew after Carrie died and we do not fault
you for that.  But we," a quick cut of Kelly's eyes gave him pause for a
moment.  "That is to say, I worry that you haven't been in a relationship
since then.  And that maybe all this is a reaction to that."

   Linda sat in silence, her hands stacked between her knees, her eyes
flicking between her father and me.  She was hanging on his every word. 
Kelly sat with her knees crossed and she swung her foot to the beat of an
unheard rhythm as she drummed her fingers on the padded cushion of the
couch arm.  She would glance at him, but then look at me; her eyes filled
with sympathy.

   I sighed.  "You think I'm clinging to the first real emotion I've felt
in six years."

   "Well, not to put too fine a point on it, yes."

   "That would mean that Linda was the first one to come around for me to
fall for.  That there haven't been any other women around for me to fall
for."

   "Well, no, Barry.  It's not like that.  I know you've been out with
other women."

   "Understand something, Dennis.  I have been with other women.  I was
with Diane.  I was with Austin.  I was with Karen.  I was with Tina.  I was
even with Kelly.  I didn't fall in love with any of them.  I fell in love
with Linda, and it wasn't because we had sex, because last night was the
first time we've had sex.  I fell in love with Linda because she is a
caring, intelligent, compassionate young woman who isn't interested in me
just because of my dick, or my bank account." I felt the heat rising under
my collar.  I hated explaining myself or justifying my actions.

   "And you don't think your age is going to be a problem?"

   "Oh, it's going to be a problem for some people.  Just not us." I tried
to keep a lid on my volume, since yelling wouldn't help anything, but
Dennis was making me angry.  I filled my lungs and counted to three before
continuing.  "Dennis, I love you all.  Actually, I love you even more now
that I understand Carrie better.  But I am in love with Linda.  Nothing you
say will change that, because nothing anyone says can change that.  I will
love her even if she decides that she doesn't love me."

   Linda covered her mouth with her hands as tears overflowed her eyelids.
Kelly simply smiled.  Dennis gave me a stern look, but then the corners of
his mouth cracked.  He nodded as the smile began to grow on his face. 
"Well, then," he said, "that's that."

   "What?  That's what?"

   Kelly and Dennis stood up and hugged each other as I wondered what the
fuck was going on.  They turned and took Linda by the hand and led her to
me.  "We had a long talk with Linda last night to try to understand what
she wanted for her life.  She showed us the same side of her that you told
us about.  The side that we never paid attention to until now.  She, Kelly,
and I talked about the future, and the past.  I understand better now what
has happened to you, and more importantly, how much Linda has grown.  She
is a young woman who knows her mind and knows what she wants out of life.
For reasons I can't fathom," Dennis said with a smile, "she wants you." He
presented her hand.  "You have our blessing to date our daughter."

   I flew out of the chair with my arms out and Linda was already in them
before I was fully standing.

   "If you hurt her," Dennis said, his stone facade back in place, "you and
I will have a problem."

   "Oh, Dennis shut up." Kelly swatted his shoulder.  "You know he'll never
hurt her.  Of all the guys she's dated, this one has a track record we know
all about and approve of." She reached over and hugged me.  "Just don't go
thinking she's moving in with you, yet."

   "No worries.  We're not there yet."

   "Well, alright then," Dennis said.  "You and Brenda come over for dinner
tonight.  Linda informed me that she wants to cook."

   I looked at Linda with my eyebrows up.  Her arms remained clamped like a
vise around my chest.  "I want to cook for the people I love most," she
said.  "And you're at the top of the list."

   Brenda chose that moment to emerge from her room.  Her face was
strained, her brow furrowed.

   "Sweetie, is something wrong?"

   "Just everything," she said.  "Everything is wrong."

   *****

   "I got this email.  It came yesterday, but I only saw it now." Brenda
handed me her phone and it was from the admissions office for Hallstead.

   "On behalf of the Board of Trustees, the faculty, administration and
staff of Hallstead University, we congratulate you on your acceptance to
the incoming class of 2022." It went on to describe the orientation process
and had links to complete the requisite financial aid forms.  "Why is this
bad?d"

   "Dad, we talked about this last night.  I can't go there.  I won't go
there.  I won't be one of coach West's whores."

   "Now, hold on, Brenda," I said.  "This doesn't mean you have to go.  It
just means you've been accepted.  You'll get other letters from other
universities.  You pick which one you'll actually attend."

   "Wait," Dennis said before Brenda could respond; his eyes widened in
confusion.  "What do you mean 'Coach West's whores?'"

   "She has former swim team members performing sex shows at her parties,"
Brenda said as though her mouth were full of the most vile-tasting swill.

   It was like a shade raised on Dennis' face and he blinked at the light.
"You mean...when you were at that last party....those girls were..."

   "Not just the girls, from what I gather," I said.  "You remember the
young men who escorted you out?  Some of them were servicing the female
party-goers."

   "For money?"

   "I don't know for sure.  At least for tuition to Hallstead, based on
Diane's pitch last night.  Of course, it's all supposition right now.  I
have no proof."

   Kelly and Dennis shared a look that spoke volumes.  Neither seemed to be
aware of any of this, and I marveled at being the only one who had a clue
for once.

   "Barry, I had no idea.  We were just looking to...uh..." Kelly looked at
the girls and bit her tongue, "have some fun with her last night."

   "That's why you shut her down so quick about the scholarship," Dennis
said as he snapped his fingers.  "But why didn't she pitch Hallstead for
Linda?"

   I shrugged.  "She knows about the, ah, team's activities, probably from
Austin or Karen, and they know Linda doesn't participate.  She probably
assumes she wouldn't be amendable to the deal.

   "Damn straight," Linda said, breaking her silence.  "I had an argument
with Bethany and Karen about the cam-site after the last party.  There's no
way I would participate in any sex-for-money situation.  That's just
gross."

   "I'm proud of you, Baby Girl," Dennis said putting his arm around her.

   "Well, that's that as far as I'm concerned." I squared my shoulders. 
"There are several colleges out there that don't come with strings
attached. You'll get your offers.  Remember, it's still early in the year."
Even as I said it, there was a nagging pull at my stomach that told me
there was more to this than just an acceptance letter.  Brenda's face told
me that she shared my view.

   "Tell you what," I said clapping my hands, "since you guys are already
here, how about we do dinner here?  Linda knows her way around my kitchen,
and if we don't have what she needs, the store is just down the street."

   Dennis and Kelly looked at each other and shrugged.  "Why not?  But
Kelly was going shopping this afternoon."

   "We still can," Kelly said.  "We'll just come back here when we're done.
Linda can stay here while we shop.  Do you mind, honey?"

   Linda beamed a smile at me that made my heart swell.  "I think I can
suffer through the afternoon."

   Linda walked her parents to the door leaving Brenda and I alone in the
living room.  Brenda turned to go back to her room, but I caught her by the
elbow and fell in beside her.  She was still rereading the letter.  "What
is it?  You still seem bothered.  I told you, an acceptance letter doesn't
mean you have to go.  You'll get other letters from universities you
applied to."

   "Dad," she drew a long breath as she looked from the letter to me, "I
never applied to Hallstead."

   *****

   When Linda inventoried the kitchen, she prepared a shopping list and
sent me to the store.  Mundane chores like grocery runs often afford the
best times to reflect and consider the changeups and curve balls of life's
challenges.  I spent six years hiding from love while refusing to
acknowledge that my own daughter had grown up into a wonderful reflection
of her mother.  I spent six years denying how much I needed someone in my
life to love and to love me.  I spent six years walling myself up with my
pain and not sharing my feelings with anyone.  That was my greatest crime,
because it not only hurt me, it hurt the most important people in my life.
It also prevented me from finding the joy in life.  I vowed to change that.
I vowed to find the fun in every day, as I had Friday and Saturday nights.
As I wandered the aisles in the store, I saw items I had bought many times
over the years, but this time, they stirred memories and feelings as I
recalled my life with Carrie when we were just starting out.  Now I was
buying the items for my new love and my new life.  I couldn't help smile.
I'd never had such fun grocery shopping before.

   It was a short grocery list and I returned in less than an hour to find
no one in the house.  It seems the siren song of sunlight reflecting off
the pool drew my two mermaids to play in the waves.  This was not unusual.
I couldn't count the number of times I came home to see these two splashing
each other in the water.  What made this time memorable was that they were
both skinny dipping.  Neither were swimming laps or trying to get any kind
of workout in.  They were content to float on their backs, their breasts
breaking the water as they used their arms to keep themselves afloat.  The
ripples of the water obscured their hips, hid their pubes, and distorted my
view of their legs.  Sunlight glinted off the barbells in Brenda's nipples,
and I wondered again when she got them.  Before Tuesday, I never noticed
any distortion in her blouses indicating she was wearing the jewelry.

   I put the groceries away, my eyes constantly returning to the pool and
the beautiful view therein.  A splash let me know Linda had submerged, and
a squeal announced that she had surfaced and dunked Brenda.  A full-on
water fight broke out as the two splashed and grappled with each other,
squeals and giggles carrying over the water.  My eyes couldn't help but be
drawn to the jiggle of Linda's breasts as they wrestled, the sight causing
an uncomfortable tightness in my pants and a longing in my heart.

   After putting away the groceries, I made my way poolside dropping my
clothes as I went so that when I reached the edge of the pool, my growing
erection was soaking up the sunlight.  The girls didn't notice me at first,
so wrapped up were they in their play.  I took two steps back and launched
myself into a cannonball, arcing through the air before splashing into the
water next to them.  I kicked out when my feet found bottom and surfaced to
two irate women staring daggers at me.

   "That wasn't funny, Dad," Brenda said with a scowl.  "You scared the
bejesus out of me!"

   "Me, too," Linda said as she splashed me with two handfuls of water.

   I couldn't help but laugh until I felt about a hundred pounds suddenly
settle on my shoulders as Linda wrapped her arms around my chest and tried
her best to pull me under.  She wasn't having much luck until Brenda joined
in, diving under, wrapping her arms around my legs and shoving as hard as
she could.  Something brushed my erection as we wrestled, and I tried to
ignore it.  I had no choice but to grab hold of Linda and pull her under
with me, but my hard-on was trapped between two bodies, and I couldn't tell
who the other one was.

   I wrapped my arm around Linda and pulled her up with me as soon as I
could get me feet under me, and I launched her into the air hurling her
several feet into the deep end.  Before Linda splashed down, Brenda hoisted
herself onto my back and I felt the cold metal of the barbells dragging
across my flesh as she tried to pull me under.  I spread my stance and,
with my opposite hand, grabbed her knee and pulled her around until I could
get my arm under hers.  She grappled with me as I lifted her clear of the
water.  Her arms wrapped around my neck and tried to get me in a reverse
headlock, which pressed my face into her left breast, her engorged nipple
poking my cheek.  My body reacted to the contact and I felt myself stiffen
as I grabbed her inner thigh to get leverage.  She was taller than Linda
and a bit stronger, so it took more effort to disengage her and fling her
clear.

   The splash she made when she hit the water had not calmed when I felt
Linda grabbing me from below again.  This time, she didn't attempt to climb
up my back with the intention of dunking me.  She stayed below the surface,
her hand holding my ass as she brought her face to my swelling cock.  I
couldn't help groaning when she sucked me into her mouth.

   The years of swimming had taught her amazing breath control, because
even though she was completely submerged, she was able to pleasure my cock
for several moments, which was all Brenda needed to regroup and attack me
from behind again.  Her legs wrapped around my waist, pinning my arms to my
sides as she threw her weight back.  Linda had a hold of my legs, so I
couldn't compensate for the shift in weight, and I fell backwards.  In the
water, neither Brenda nor Linda let up their attack, both trying to hold me
down and keep me from gaining my feet.  On more than one occasion, a hand
grabbed my cock, which served to distract me long enough that it took until
my lungs hurt before I was able to muscle my way free.

   Even as I broke the surface sputtering and gasping, Brenda was still
plastered to my back.  The chlorinated water burned my eyes.

   "Ha!  We got you good!" She laughed in triumph as she high-fived her
friend.  "You went down twice.  Finally!"

   "Yeah, well you cheated.  Linda distracted me..."

   "All's fair in love and war, Dad." Her arms loosened and she slid down
my back.  "And in this case, that's a two-fer."

   "Yeah, I love you, too." I wiped the water from my face and brushed my
wet hair back.  "Though you have a weird way of showing it trying to drown
me and all."

   "Ah, come on," Brenda said as she cleared the wet hair from her face. 
"You enjoyed it."

   "It seemed that way to me," Linda said with an impish grin.

   "Well, it would."

   Brenda barked a laugh.  "He said 'wood'." Both girls broke down in
laughter at their joke before Linda slid her hands up my chest.

   "I enjoyed it," she said fixing me with a smoldering look.  "I want to
do it some more." She pushed me backward until my foot hit the concrete
steps forcing me to step up.  She followed me until my erection was clear
of the water, then she dropped to her knees and inhaled my cock before I
could register her actions.

   I wanted to stop her.  I wanted to caution her that it was inappropriate
to do this in front of Brenda, even though just last night we had done much
more.  Words were beyond my ability at that particular moment, however. 
The only sensation I could process was the pressure of her lips around my
shaft, the heat of her mouth around the head, and the moisture of her
tongue along the main vein.

   A splash broke me out of my spell, and I looked up to see Brenda sitting
on the side of the pool next to us, one leg still dangling in the water,
the other bent at the knee with her heal against her buttocks.  Her pussy
was totally exposed, and her labia opened to reveal her moist pink flesh as
her finger rubbed tight circles on her clit.  Her eyes locked onto Linda's
mouth stretched around my erection.

   My knees weakened under Linda's ministrations, and I had to sit.  She
never lost contact with me as she adjusted her position, following me with
her mouth glued to my cock.  She moaned with my cock in her throat, causing
her lips to vibrate around me, and making me moan in return.  The pleasure
made me want to close my eyes, but I couldn't look away from the sight of
Brenda watching us while touching herself.  The sheer brazen act was so
wrong in my parochial mind that it fanned the flames of passion Linda was
stoking.  Brenda's left hand was flicking her clit while her other hand
cupped the swell of her right breast, lifting it, squeezing it, dropping
it, then repeating the action.  Her nipples grew to almost a half-inch
long, so the jewelry didn't rest on her areola.  Her fingers finally
grabbed the nipple and pulled it, making her sigh in satisfaction.  I
couldn't help that my mouth watered at the sight.

   Linda slurped my cock and pulled my attention back to her as she licked
her way to my balls, pausing to bathe them both with her tongue before
sucking them one at a time into her mouth while her hand moved up and down
the length of my spit-covered shaft.

   "Oh!  Yes!" I said with a long exhalation.  I could feel my orgasm
building and she was working it toward completion.  The feeling built even
more when I heard the wet sounds of Brenda's pussy as she played with it.
Her fingers were now buried deep inside her as she ground the heel of her
palm into her mons, her hand moving in rhythmic jerks on her pussy.  I
glanced up past her erect nipples to her face to see her looking at me with
unbridled lust in her eyes.  My cock reacted, swelling even more in Linda's
jerking hand.

   "I didn't plan on this, but I have to have this in me now," Linda said
before spying her friend next to us.  When her eyes saw Brenda's wide open,
pink wet pussy, she whimpered.  With no more words, she dove tongue first
into my daughter's pussy, turning herself to present her own cunt to me.

   "AH!  Brenda screamed when Linda found her clit.  She lay back on the
deck, both hands now full of her tits as she panted and gasped.

   My cock throbbed in the air; Linda having forsaken it for my daughter's
pussy.  Brenda saw it and looked at me.  "Fuck her, Daddy.  Fuck her hard."

   "Gawd yes!" Linda gasped, her fingers still strumming Brenda's cunt. 
"Please put it in me!"

   I rose and moved behind the perfect globes of her ass.  I dragged my
engorged head through her folds, picking up her copious juices before
lining up with her opening.  I pressed forward, watching every inch sink
into her core as I felt the moist heat surround me.  Even though we had sex
the night before, it was exquisite and new.  We both groaned with pleasure
at our coupling.  When I bottomed out inside her, I remained there for
several moments, just savoring the sensation of being buried inside a woman
I loved.  I could feel her muscles grip me as though trying to coax me even
deeper.  I squeezed her beautiful cheeks before grabbing her hips to pull
myself out.  When all that was left was the head, I pushed back in,
marveling at the sensation that didn't seem like it would ever grow old.  I
repeated the languid pace, pushing and pulling in a measured stroke.  I
didn't want to cum too soon.  When I bottomed out again, I twisted my hips
to apply pressure on her clit, making her whimper.

   "Give it to me," Linda said between slurps of Brenda's pussy.  "Harder."

   The lady's wish was my command, and I pulled back and slammed forward as
hard as I could.  The slap of my hips against hers reverberated off the
glass patio doors.  She gasped with the force.

   Slap!  Gasp!

   Slap!  Gasp!

   Slap!  Gasp!

   With each thrust, I increased the pace until my hips were a blur,
pistoning my cock into her.  I watched the ripples of our motion jiggle the
globes of her ass.  The orgasm I had been trying to hold off started
building fast, and it took every bit of concentration to keep from blowing
too soon.

   Linda's gasps turned into cries as she neared her release.

   'That's it, Daddy," Brenda said, now actively rubbing herself off, since
Linda had given herself over to the sensations I was giving her.  "Fuck her
good," she was panting, obviously near her own orgasm.  "She's loving it.
She's gonna cum so hard." Brenda groaned and shuddered.  "Yes.  You want to
cum on his big cock, don't you Linda?  You want to cum on my daddy's big
fat cock."

   "Yes," Linda hissed as she started driving her hips back to match my
stroke.

   "You've been wanting that cock inside you for so long, haven't you?  Now
he's in you.  This isn't that dildo we usually use.  My Daddy is really
fucking you like you've always wanted, isn't he?"

   Linda just whimpered, but I felt her pussy clamp down on my shaft,
making me groan in response.

   "He's gonna cum in you, Linda.  My Daddy's about to fill you up with his
cum.  Do you want it?  Do you want my Daddy's cum inside you?"

   "God, yes!  I want him to fill me up!  Come in me!  Come!  In!  ME!" She
cried out in a loud wail as her pussy seized my cock in a scorching death
grip.  I felt the wet heat of her cum dribble out of her and cover my
scrotum, triggering my orgasm.  I pulsed deep inside her, firing three,
then four blasts that pulled from the ery core of my being.  My toes
curled, my fingers tingled, and my eyes rolled back in my head as I pulsed
in tremors, soaking her pussy in my seed.

   When the spasms eased, I stumbled back, gasping for breath, cum still
dripping from my still-erect cock.  Linda crawled fully onto the deck and
flopped onto her back next to Brenda.  Linda's thighs were splayed out, her
pussy--flared, flushed, and full--was covered in my cum.  Brenda
immediately moved between Linda's thighs, and before my mind could register
what I was seeing, buried her face in Linda's cunt, feasting on her cream
pie.

   I watched my daughter devour mine and Linda's cum like she was drinking
the nectar of the gods from the grail itself.

   My daughter...

   ...was drinking my cum.

   The thought triggered something that never happened to me before.  My
balls seized, and my erection, having never subsided, suddenly spurted
another jettison of cum.  Sparkles filled my vision and I struggled to draw
a breath.  I had never had multiple orgasms before--I didn't know men
could--and never cum having nothing touching my cock.  Watching Brenda so
thoroughly enjoying eating my cum from her friend's pussy triggered that in
me.  Three spurts of cum arced across the distance between us, landing on
Linda's heaving breasts.

   Linda came again, either from my cumming on her, or from Brenda eating
her with such fervor.  After Linda came down from her orgasm, Brenda moved
up and kissed her, sharing the remnants of my cum with her.  She then
licked up the second nut from Linda's breasts and snowballed Linda with
that cum.

   "Delicious!" Brenda said with a cum-covered smile as she snuggled Linda,
licking up any remaining traces of cum from their faces.  "You cum a lot."

   "And you taste good, too," Linda said between gulping breaths.

   I dropped to the deck beside them, and they shifted until we were all
cuddling together.  "Wow," I said once I could speak again, "that was..."

   "Fantastic," Brenda finished my sentence.

   "It was," Linda agreed.  "I could get used to this."

   A vision popped into my mind of the three of us years down the road. 
Maybe with someone else in Brenda's life, or maybe not.  Either way it
would be her choice as long as she was happy, and Linda and I would always
be there.  "Is this how you want it to be?  The three of us?"

   "I love both of you," Linda said with a deep breath.  "I can't imagine
anything better."
   And neither could I.